It’s almost 7 a.m. and it’s still dark. Who’s the idiot savant that decides when we change the time? For that matter, why are we still changing the time? Arizona gets along just fine without do the time change thing. Why is the rest of the country dealing with this forced stupidity?
I just Googled it and the time changes November 2 this year. You’re welcome.
Other Shit
Heading to Edward Jones today to deal with the last issues of Shirley’s passing, her portfolio. All will be in Nina’s name and I have no clue what there is in the portfolio.
I guess I hurt Erin’s feelings the other day. She showed me a new nightgown and I teased her about it, causing her to go downstairs crying and telling Tori on me. Girls are too sensitive. We made up the next day, once someone told me that this happened.
I want to shoot my TV. I’m so sick and tired of the politics that’s being vomited from my TV daily. They all lie. It’s all bullshit. I’m hoping we get a chance to see Gary King in Las Vegas again, like we did last time this puke ran for office. Last time we were polite and told him we’ve already decided on a candidate and it wasn’t him. If I get a second chance, I’m going to go all Post on his ass.
It’s looking like a nice day is forming. We may have to take the Harley into Santa Fe this morning. Should be interesting telling Nina this after she’s already dressed for the day, or I could tell her when she gets up. We’ll see.